Stupid body

My health deteriorated quite quickly last week when I made the mistakes of sitting down for too long and sneezing, both of which did something bad to my already-injured spine and caused the nerve damage I was hoping to avoid.

It still isn't as bad a couple of years ago (not yet, anyway), when I wrote that full-on sciatica was like having an angry gorilla grab onto your leg and twist it in two opposite directions. In comparison this feels like, say, a marmoset monkey doing the same. But it's still damn uncomfortable and forces me to spend a lot of time lying on the floor.

The worst thing is that I've watched the three classic WW2 movies I brought with me on DVD, so now when I'm lying on the floor there is nothing to watch but Austrian cable TV, which is like having a really annoying gorilla shouting at you in a silly accent to buy things.

Thinking about it, I was probably due for another spinal injury. Over the last six months I'd gradually stopped doing my regular torso exercises, the whole point of which was prevention rather than cure, and I was starting to take having a fully operational body for granted. I shall look on this latest episode as a polite reminder not to do that again...